So, obviously, this is the part that's the most important part... this blog may be heavily centered around the DIY aspects of the wedding (which will be thoroughly canvassed a few recaps from now!) but this is why we all came together:
My Grampa started out with a story about the first time he called me to ask me out on a "date." We've had regular IHOP dates since I was about 7. My G was very good at making me have fun and mix in an education along with it. Apparently (I don't even remember this part) he wrote down math problems on flash cards and went over them with me while we waited for our pancakes and apparently people in surrounding tables would stop their conversation to see this unlikely pair doing math problems and drowning their pancakes in syrup.
I may have switched to men my own age, but no one ever let me use as much syrup as Grampa did.
I mentioned yesterday that by going from holding my dad's hand to holding Kyle's, I officially started a new life. BUT having my grandfather be such a huge part of the wedding meant that I never really have to let go of where I came from. So that's why that's so awesome.
We can't just be good people, and we can't just honor God hollowly, we can't just say the words...
He might have said a few funny things here and there... and the homily seemed long and short at the same time. I could feel Kyle's hands sweating (it was hot in that pavilion with the flaps down but the sun beating in) and I tried to hang on every word, but started worrying that I wasn't going to remember any of this... How ridiculous is it to worry about forgetting something before it's even over?! But that's how my brain works.
And I don't want either of us to go through any bad times without each other. And finally that I was going to try to be the best wife, mother, friend. Whew!
Deep breath for regaining composure, and then it was time to exchange rings. Mia and Dan each had the wrong rings (Mia was supposed to give me Kyle's ring to put on his finger, Dan was supposed to give my ring to Kyle to put on my finger... they scratched that and reversed it) so everyone awkwardly switched rings around. I thought it was hysterical, but I think everyone else thought it was one of those 'Oh no! something bad happened!' moments. But it was funny specifically because I knew when I saw Mia with my ring before the ceremony that she had the wrong ring, but she said this was the one Kyle gave her, and so I just nodded and waited... and sure enough Kyle said "My bad" right after the ceremony was over.
My ring went on easy and so we only have one picture of it, but Ben was able to get a better shot of me putting Kyle's ring on because his hands were all sweaty:
The sun was right in his face though, but who knew late November was going to give us such a gorgeous day?! ANYway, we were finally almost done, and so after the giving and receiving of rings, it was time to be pronounced husband and wife!! And (my favorite part), kissin' the bride!!
So, then it was over! As soon as Kyle and I got out of the pavilion we were quite giddy and silly (or at least I was). We got to talk for a few minutes about the ceremony and how hot it was in the pavilion and how the rings got switched around (he apologized profusely like I was going to be angry at him for 'ruining' the ceremony I worked so hard to make perfect... am I that much of a dictator??) for the few minutes that we had before family portraits.
We thanked each other for our gifts and hugged and kissed some more, and as soon as we were brought in close proximity to a beer, we both cracked one! I breathed a huge sigh of contented relief. I realized I had put a lot of pressure on the ceremony but it was beautiful/perfect/just right/awesome. It would be all down hill from here!
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